It is impossible for a martial arts master at the master level to maintain 100% of the lethality of his weapons even dozens of miles away.

For those first-class martial arts practitioners, even if they use flying knives, spear throwing, bows and arrows to inject their true energy and launch an offensive, they can only guarantee more than 80% of the kills within three miles.

force.

After that, the true power condensed in the weapon will greatly dissipate and decline. If it goes beyond five miles, the remaining power in the arrow may not even be able to shoot through an ordinary bamboo bone and earth wall.

But the power from outside martial arts makes this impossible possible.

The owners of rainbow stones, whether they are good, evil, cruel, cruel, greedy or have other beliefs, one thing they all have in common is the romantic feeling of challenging the "impossible" in common sense.

Can't iron be made of soft dough? Can't people be made of dough? Can't shadows be manipulated?

"Can't I be the protagonist?"

When those arrows were shot out, the waves of the river reflected the night sky, and the wind howled.

Amphibian, who has made many cheap and bad movies, is the only protagonist here, at this moment, at this moment.

He naturally stepped into the Four Stars. On the arm raised high, the brilliance of the rainbow stone was extremely clear due to his faith, giving the arrow rain that condensed the true energy of hundreds of martial arts masters a dazzling life.

The power that was so huge that it could make the mountains tremble and all the plants and trees in the wilderness look up and worship, came to life under his gaze.

When these arrows flew several miles and the speed given by the longbow was exhausted, they did not fall, but rose.

Each arrow has wings that are so thin that they have almost no thickness, but are broad and beautiful.

At the tip of each arrow, there is a curling flame, which is outlined into a flexible vertical eye outline. With subsequent acceleration, it is elongated into a light-marked flame tail.

They flew higher and higher, farther and farther, and more than a hundred streams of light flew over the high city wall. Then they selected their respective targets according to their own preferences and fell one after another.

From the place closest to the city wall, one place after another where demon mutants were raging was hit by the stream of light from the sky.

There was an ape-like monster with curved horns growing on its head, its upper body was extremely tall, and its lower body was covered with long hair. Only its black toes were exposed. It was pulling up a pillar and sweeping towards the soldiers in front.

The winged arrow landed on top of its head, and there seemed to be a vertical eye made of ice-blue light that blinked at it, and then the glacial energy contained in the arrow poured out.

In an instant, the monster was covered in ice from head to toe, with its eyes, ears, mouth and other vulnerable parts, and even ice spikes erupted from the inside.

The terrifying vitality of the demon mutant allowed it to remain alive despite being severely injured by the ice. The mouth that struggled to bite was the first to burst out cracks on the ice. The ice became loose, causing other joints to be compressed.

Cracks appear.

But at this moment, the long-handled war hammers and Xuanhua axes of two generals in the Forbidden Army had already hit it on the head from the left and right.

The monster's head was smashed into pieces, ice shards flew everywhere, and the two heavy weapons collided with each other.

At the opposite corner of the same city, a demon mutant with a rhinoceros horn growing on his forehead was hit by an arrow on his back. The flames of true energy erupted from the inside out, causing him to fall to the ground, with thick smoke billowing from his seven orifices.

cigarette.

The soldiers of the Forbidden Army turned their crossbows around and fired a crossbow arrow that was eight feet long and as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

Further away, there was a demon mutant with an arm biting in its mouth. It was paralyzed by the arrows filled with thunderous energy, and more than a dozen spears were pierced into its body at the same time.

Accompanied by the sad and angry roars of the soldiers, they lifted it into the air and tore it apart with all their strength.

Shao Lingxiao watched the meteors and arrows coming from far and near, sliding past both sides of the tall wooden building where he was, and falling into the distance, with roaring and exploding sounds, making demons everywhere subjugate themselves.

The living arrows fly at an extremely fast speed. The process from falling to erupting consumes all the true energy contained within the moment they collide with those monster mutants.

Their explosion is just a wave and a final word, leaving no room for people to steal this true energy.

With just such a round of arrows, nearly half of the demon mutants causing trouble in Chang'an City were killed on the spot.

A moment later, when he saw the second round of arrows flying from outside the city, Shao Lingxiao burst out laughing.

As soon as he smiled, the tall building under his feet immediately trembled violently, made a loud roar, and suddenly sank more than three feet.

The laughter oppressed the entire building, and it sank to the ground. Three feet was not enough. It vibrated for the second time, and it sank to a height of nearly two feet.

The various timbers that made up this tall building could not withstand it, and when it sank for the third time, parts of it cracked in all directions.

As the column walls from top to bottom were broken and cracked layer by layer, the entire pavilion became shorter and shorter layer by layer.

Boom!

Boom!!

Boom!!!

The sound was as powerful as the earth shaking and the mountains were shaking. Even just listening to this sound from a distance, it felt thrilling and unsettling.

Guan Luoyang stood there steadily, no matter how turbulent the surroundings were, he kept looking at Shao Lingxiao at the same height. Only the fingers of his right hand hidden behind his waist moved slightly, gradually clenching into a fist.

He didn't have to be impatient just now, and he doesn't have to be impatient now. As the stream of light fell, chaos was like rain, and demons and disasters were extinguished everywhere, it was no longer him who should be anxious.

The wooden debris that shattered and scattered around floated in the air at a certain distance. The pavilion became shorter by one level, and the surrounding debris became higher by one level.

When the place where Shao Lingxiao was standing finally became level with the street, his attempt to gain the upper hand had come to an end and was ineffective, so he had to launch a real attack.

Guan Luoyang was waiting for this moment, and the moment before this moment.

The scenery reflected on the Feiguang Sword changed slightly, proving that at the moment the sword general moved, Guan Luoyang's fist had already hit Shao Lingxiao's chest in advance.

If he wants to punch through Shao Lingxiao's torso with his fist, he must first smash the clothes on Shao Lingxiao's chest. This is a physical sequence. There is nothing wrong with it. The mistake is that this layer of clothes is not close to Shao Lingxiao's skin.

Between the clothing material and the skin, there is a layer of armor with a strange texture.

Guan Luoyang's punch came at an extremely fast speed, and the fist technique had already incorporated the invisible penetrating properties of Feng Xing. However, when it hit this layer of armor, it felt like he was not attacking one person, but ten.

,hundreds,thousands of different fast swimming things.

I'm afraid less than 20% of the power from the fist actually penetrated, and there was also a force that was so flexible and pervasive that it came back, slowing down Guan Luoyang's speed.

Shao Lingxiao's figure suddenly disappeared like a wisp of blue smoke, retreating outside the range of the ruins of the pavilion. With a wave of his long sword, every piece, every piece, and every bit of the debris suspended in the air seemed to have suddenly acquired a jet type.

All the power rushed toward Guan Luoyang.

In this scene, the ruined wall, which is taller and larger than the original pavilion, suddenly collapsed to a point.

When all the debris collided and squeezed in the center to form a dense sphere, the original color of the pavilion was no longer important, because all the debris was coated with a layer of burnt color when they collided at high speed.

, the outer layer of the sphere even shows a faint luster of jade.

This is the third move of the Sword of Life and Death, the Black Water Li Pearl.

Speaking of which, the "Hundred Heavenly Method" and "The Sword Technique of Morning Life and Night Death" in the demon sect's sacred book are both famous all over the world, but few people can explain clearly the set of sword techniques "Morning Life and Night Death".

How many tricks are there?

Records about the previous leaders of the Demon Sect only mentioned that they all seemed to like to use the first three moves of this set of swordsmanship, including the "Dragon Cries Thousand Miles".

In fact, from the day this set of swordsmanship was created, only the first three moves were certain.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, the group of pioneers who retreated to live in seclusion in the mountains of the southwest, after creating a whole set of swordsmanship, cut off all the moves from the third move onwards, stored them in a secret box, and ordered all subsequent dynasties to

The leader can only observe the first three sword techniques and create new ones by himself.

The dragon cries for thousands of miles, the scales hide the form, and the black water Li Zhu, from the wanton freedom of the first move, to the latent accumulation of the second move, to the extreme suppression of the third move, it is like forcing a dragon that has been flying for nine days to curl up.

It became a pearl under the abyss.

To force people to feel depressed and angry, they have to vent their anger and have to create their own fourth move.

But after he came into Shao Lingxiao's hands, he learned the three sword techniques and felt the flying sword energy, as suppressed as tiny pearls, but he did not feel any anger.

In his opinion, a truly free person should be able to enjoy fun, seek his own pleasure, and make his own interests in any state.

All kinds of negative emotions, such as depression, anger, mania, low self-esteem, and hatred, are completely imposed by the outside world, rather than born in one's own heart. They are like layers of cocoon draped outside the body.

Although it has become a part of my body, it is not a true part of my heart.

As long as you find the way to draw the thread, the way to cut it, and complete the corresponding tasks, you can take off your clothes and walk away without lingering in your mind, and you will still be free from dust.

In the process of practicing the Three-Stage Sword Art, his sword and his Qi are all moving according to his own will. It is his own choice. There is no need to be angry about it. Instead, he should be angry after practicing the Three-Stage Sword Art.

, feeling relaxed and happy.

The painstaking layout of the person who created the achievement has no impact on his mentality at all.

So much so that ten years ago, when the Tang Dynasty raised troops to attack, Shao Lingxiao's sword technique of life and death was still limited to these three moves.

He relied on the three sects and nine sects that he had read carefully before, including high, low, and even basic-level sword moves, mixed with these three sword techniques, and used them over and over again to create a masterpiece among all the sect leaders in the past.

A feat that few can repeat.

——Among the previous leaders of the Demon Sect, even those who deduced the sword technique to nine moves and then shattered into the void did not dare to say that they were confident of defeating such five great masters before they ascended.

That includes the world's number one sword who has broken ambitions, and the leader of Laojunshan who has practiced the Wuwei Sutra to the state of transformation.

However, in the ten years after the demonic sect was destroyed, the sworn hatred, coupled with the entanglement of the path of inaction day and night, the torture that wanted to turn him into a heartless plant, finally covered him with a layer of torture.

The cocoon was too thick, so he had to use his fourth move.

Weaving hatred into cocoon clothes, counting the nine layers of snow.

In the long suffering, even the number of snowflakes has the patience to count one by one, and the things that are bound to the body and prevent the self from being liberated have been woven into a cocoon by such time.

Shao Lingxiao grabbed his clothes, tore the tattered black robe into pieces, and tore it off from his body. His entire upper body was no longer covered by any fabric, leaving only a thin layer of transparent armor that clung to his pale skin.

The transparent sword energy is like silk, woven into such a piece of armor using complicated techniques. Every strand of sword energy in it is constantly swimming and changing, with different directions and speeds.

The protection provided by this method of sword silk armor weaving is much better than the body-protecting Qi formed by simply releasing internal force from the acupuncture points.
To be continued...